Heat's Burden chapter 3: Mateship
***Story Description***
Back in her lair, Flamewing ponders on her encounter with Sableclaw and how the awkward ending might shape to be the catalyst that drives their relationship forward.
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***Heat's burden chapter 3: Mateship***
Flamewing's lair never felt so dark, cold, and lonely. She basked in the shadow of one of the earth spikes sitting at the entrance to her cave, watching the sun drift between the hills, then staring at the iridescent hues it painted upon the clouds. Sableclaw deserved to be abandoned, forgotten, and scorned if he dared approach her again. He tried to earn her trust, attempted to coerce her into mutual exploration of the opposite gender, and right before his turn came, his lust won over his willpower. Perhaps he was weak, or maybe desire simply overwhelmed him. Either way, an emptiness gnawed at Flamewing's insides, empowered by an irrational regret she tried and failed to wrestle into submission.
She absolutely loathed the idea of a weak-minded male inspecting her body and sex, and yet...she wanted it. Yearned for it. Even now, when the sky began to darken, her neck still shuddered whenever she remembered his licks upon it. They felt different from Bluehaunch's affection, more intense, almost...arousing.
The nightfury female spread her legs to allow the chill of the evening upon her damp underbelly. It did little to calm the fire within her, and neither did it carry away her absurd desire of him cleaning her down there. She wouldn't mind if he shot his seed during the act; in fact, her scales tingled at that prospect, her mind swelling with desire at having her kin feast upon her. Would that drive him mad with lust? Or could he somehow rein in his instinct? The more she pondered on that dilemma, the warmer her lips sizzled, and the brighter her lust flared.
Perhaps it was her heat again. She certainly wished to believe that. However, after she approached the only other Nightfury in the colony--and a male at that--Flamewing's conviction dwindled. Heat or no heat, she had enjoyed Sableclaw more than any hunt, meal or flight. He might have soiled himself like the fool he was, yet that only served to prove that, unlike Tyrantus, he had never drained his seed, and neither did he inflict himself upon another female. No male who had previously mated could hold such poor control over his instincts.
Flamewing perked up at that realization, an eerie feeling of hope awakening inside her. She felt suddenly energized--excited, even--by this revelation that painted Sableclaw not as an incompetent male, but one who had had the courage to approach her not just once, but twice.
And never for the sole purpose of mating with her.
Eager to reclaim what she had lost, Flamewing sprawled open her wings, dashing to the entrance of the cave, only to pause when she spotted a speckle of color flying in her direction. It couldn't be Bluehaunch, for it approached her too fast, as if afraid of the possibility of being spotted by the other females nesting here.
He landed slowly, elegantly, panting from the toll of rapid flight, yet still finding the strength to warble at her, rubbing his neck against her on the way toward the back of her cave. Stunned by his newfound courage to not only risk being betrayed by a female who might have spotted him, but also to invade her lair, Flamewing followed him, growling when settled beside her bed of dried foliage. The male pointed his snout at it, indicating that he had already saved the best spot for her.
"Hrrrf," she declined his offer, aggravated by his insolence, yet strangely attracted by that possibility. To further entice her, he spread a wing over her bed, tucking his head under it, purring.
"Mreeeh," Flamewing swung her head to the side, dismissing the offer of resting under his wing. She had dreamed of it one too many times, to the point where she only intended to share her nest with none other but her mate.
The male let out a plaintive whine, head drooping onto his forepaws, ears flattening along his neck. His vermilion eyes lost their fire, suddenly timid and uncertain. Unable to help herself, Flamewing snorted at his pathetic attempt to pursue her. She didn't need his wing to warm her. She had her own, which she proved by fluttering them to him.
Instead of turning his head away in shame, Sableclaw rolled to the side, kicking his feet at the air, growling and squeaking at her, mistaking her scorn for an invitation at play. Flamewing's pride almost pushed her to blast that silly, lolling tongue of his, but the two seasons spent alone in this den guided her forward, her curiosity mightier than any prejudice she harbored for his gender.
The male pawed at her legs with too weak swipes to steal her balance from underneath her. Where his limbs had failed, his teeth tried to succeed, but his bites had no sting, his tail lashes no verve. This couldn't be a game; not when he never intended to win.
Flamewing casually stepped over his legs, tail fins raised so that her soaked gender passed right by his snout. Sableclaw spared it a glance, but he immediately reached for her neck, nibbling and licking at it, grappling at her shoulders, encouraging her to join him rather than employing his strength for this task.
All she had to do was turn her head the opposite way to free herself. His games tempted her, but what really got her scales tingle was the continuation of their greeting ritual. So, she sprawled upon her bed, splaying her wings and haunches, exposing herself to him just like he had done.
"Reeeeh!" Sableclaw trilled, stepping over her, locking his jaws around the base of her neck, biting her softly to secure his victory over her.
"Rah!" the female swatted sense into his addled head. His thin yelp made her regret adding all that strength to her swing, but at least Sableclaw curled his neck back, blinking at her, only now understanding her request.
"Rih?" He lifted a hesitant forepaw, visibly afraid of indulging this curiosity of her. He hissed at his peeking member, then offered her a gentle hum to prove her that he hadn't intended to let her see it again; not after the way they parted the last time. When his tail moved to cover it, Flamewing's curled around it, pulling it to the side.
"Erh," she murmured her acceptance of it shortly after she closed her eyes and laid her head back, empowered by the safety and comfort of her bed. This was her den. Her little territory. It might have been an insignificant speckle compared to that of Tyrantus, yet in this place, she was free to explore and sink into the depths of her heat without fear of being caught.
Even more so after the male reassured her of his intentions.
"Mrrrriiiiih," came Flamewing's excited, pent-up trill once his tongue began at the base of her neck, licking its way up to her muzzle, on which Sableclaw insisted upon. His forepaws alighted on her chest, his short, stubby toes kneading softly at her muscles while his nostrils brushed against hers, both of the nightfuries sucking in their respective scents. At first, Flamewing simply resolved to enjoying what Sableclaw had to give her, but she found herself unable to restrain her rebellious tongue that rewarded the male for his initiative.
His licks immediately picked up in speed, his passion for her enkindled, soft churrs and growls of joy radiating from his throat. After her entire face bore his affection, the male settled next to her, resting his head against her chest, content to simply listen to the beatings of her heart. Like her, he must have dreamed of this moment one too many times, until he knew exactly what to expect from it.
And, instead of lapping at her folds or try to mate with her like any other male would, Sableclaw simply rested against her, licking at her chin every now and then, his eyes half-closed in bliss.
While listening to his gentle purr and basking in the comforting warmth his tongue offered, Flamewing's heart swelled with the affection he showed her. She felt giddy with excitement, eager to bind this male to her, to make sure that he'd not only spend this night with her, but the nights to come as well. It was certainly her heat, but did it even matter? Heat or not, she had never felt more treasured, fulfilled, and appreciated by a dragon other than her parents or Bluehaunch, which she couldn't take for a mate.
But Sableclaw...Sableclaw had endured through the same bitter loneliness, conformed to Tyrantus' ridiculous demands, and somehow, he still found a way to persevere against such adversity. Even her heat agreed with her choice, her folds burning hotter at the prospect of accepting the seed of such beautiful and worthy hunter unto themselves.
Confidence brimming within her, Flamewing gently nuzzled Sableclaw's head, urging him to lift it. The male did, ears sagging in puzzlement, only to perk up once again as she licked at his snout reassuringly. A gentle prod at his ribs, and the male immediately surrendered the lighter colored scales of his belly to her, along with his engorging member.
Flamewing's breath caught in her throat at just how quickly it grew, her ears sizzling, head pounding with a mixture of worries and excitement. She could have found myriad reasons to postpone this moment and return to her previous life, but Flamewing chose to embrace the opportunities Sableclaw offered rather than let fear rule her.
Weakened by heat, rattled by nerves, she shifted one trembling haunch, then a hesitant foreleg, over Sableclaw's belly, so that she towered above him. Then, she spread her wings for extra balance as she attempted to lower her haunches and descend her dripping slit upon Sableclaw's tense, eager member. Every time she approached his tip, the male's member jerked in excitement, and her hips pulled up, her instinct uneasy with the female mounting the male, and not the other way around.
Although more shocked than her at her newfound courage, Sableclaw grabbed each of her forelegs in his forepaws, directing her light colored paws over his chest, licking at her toes soothingly. He might not have understood what she tried to achieve, or perhaps he feared the outcome of their union as much as she did, but he chose to trust her. Like with the fawn he swapped for her fish, Sableclaw once again put himself at her mercy, looking not to sate his lust, but to provide her with all the joys she wished to extract from him.
He was a male, and a male always provided.
She nipped and licked at his neck while her tail gently curled around the base of his member, slowly directing him to her convulsing slit. As soon as his spaded tip met the sweltering surface of her lips, Sableclaw's haunches bucked out of their own accord, pushing his member all the way inside her in one deep, breath-taking, sudden shove.
Stars speckled Flamewing's vision, her balance wavering from the potent sensations of nubs scratching her walls, of ridges spreading her tight depths. Her trembling muscles folded around him, embracing him eagerly, only his last ridge visible. Flamewing's heat was on the verge of breaking loose, the promise of utmost release so close yet so far. Though Sableclaw's girth stimulated her far more than she imagined, the male froze inside her, a long, continuous whimper fleeing past his scrunched muzzle as he undoubtedly attempted to hold his seed back.
Flamewing arched her neck to give him another encouraging lick, this time across his snout. The male pressed his haunches tight against hers, searching to secure his hold against her as he pulled himself back, preparing for yet another thrust. Only, he slipped free from the confines of her folds, and when he tried to plunge himself back into her, his tip brushed against her belly instead, sliding upwards, towards her inner haunch. It lodged there, between her puffy vent and the muscle of her haunch, spasms wracking its length as he spilled a rope of his young, pent-up seed. Flamewing winced against the tickling sting, her stomach sinking at the prospect of Sableclaw spending himself outside of her, just like he did back in the highlands. She tried to shift her haunch and free his member, but she inadvertently trapped his member between both of their haunches. A whimper burst out of him from the renewed pressure applied to his oversensitive organ, along with another spurt of seed.
Flamewing snarled, panic seizing her. She had initially clambered on top of him to guide him through the mating, yet she turned out to be just as clumsy as him, unable to even secure him within her vent. She folded her wings tight against her sides to make more room, shifted more of her weight on the forepaws she kept on his chest, and humped at his shaft, its bobbing and swinging motions making it hard for her to find proper aim. Sableclaw's member slid across her belly in search of her nether depths, slipping lower and lower, until it found her soaked, glistening lips.
The hefty amounts of combined arousal allowed him to glide effortlessly into the depths of her being, the sensation of being entered even more intense than the first time, her whole body quaking every time more of his fleshy nubs sank between her fleshy walls. She growled harsher and louder the further he slid inside, her walls throbbing, squeezing and releasing his taut length in quick succession in order to coax the seed out of his shaft.
But Sableclaw had no more to give. Not after he stemmed its flow in order to preserve it for her heat-laden insides. Ironic, how he wasted it outside of her, and now that she finally secured him within her grasp, the male didn't even moan and whimper, his fangs still sheathed.
Flamewing lowered her haunches until their slits kissed each other, rocking her hips, swinging them left and right, back and forth, eager to unleash the fire welled within her. Yet just like an ember, the mind-addling pleasure extinguished, lifting the veil of lust off her mind, opening her eyes to a male who grabbed hold of her forelegs, completely uncertain of his role in all this.
She wanted to despise him; to bite his neck, claw at his chest, shriek her disappointment at him. She had never witnessed a male wasting his seed in such spectacular fashion. Not even Tyrantus, for all his depravity, unleashed his essence outside of his pads, and without a proper, thorough rubbing.
To make matters worse, Sableclaw's nubs deflated, withering against her walls. His thick, swollen spade shrunk, its pressure no longer keeping her senses afloat, and his ridges began to plop out of her one by one as his member attempted to retreat out of her like a scared, terrified rabbit. Flamewing tried to make it engorge by humping it lightly, but the male shifted his head to the side, equally horrified by this development.
Flamewing didn't let him escape her that easily. She pushed his head back into place with a forepaw, so that his vermilion eyes once again bore into hers. Then, she lowered her snout until it touched his, bathing the sensitive surface of his nostrils with her fondness for him, her purr growing in might with every lick.
A new flame blossomed inside her. Not a blaze, like the one between her haunches shortly before expelling her heat, but a myriad of tame, smoldering sparks. She had felt their like back when Sableclaw first licked her, a feeling that had led her to this very moment. Its mysterious allure urged her to share herself with this male, to relish his presence, to treasure the only other dragon of her kind that she had ever found.
Sableclaw's tongue poked at hers, the two-pronged tips meeting hers, his grip on her forelegs tightening as the male rediscovered his lost courage. A joyful trill ignited in his throat as he rubbed his snout in unison with Flamewing, his tongue slipping between her jaws, just like hers entered his muzzle as well. He playfully bit Flamewing's lower jaw, his soft gums gripping her softly, and she did the same with the upper portion of his snout, both dragons warbling and purring at their newfound game. She could have never done that with Bluehaunch, for she was a windwalker, while Sableclaw was just like her, possessing every strength and weakness of her body.
He simply...fit her, better than any dragon did.
"Rrrrrh," Sableclaw's guttural growl brought a warm shudder down her spine, his licks and nuzzles down her neck and then back to her snout enkindling her desire to feel his seed burst inside her. As she began rocking her lips against his half-flaccid member, his fleshy nubs began to tighten. His tip once again turned hard with purpose, and the ridges acquired shape and texture, swelling inside her, spreading her folds with their blissful girth. She slowly pulled back, retaining his spade inside her, yet revealing the rest of his crimson shaft, drenched with her glistening juices. For a few thundering heartbeats, she waited with bated breath for Sableclaw to engorge to full mast, and once he did, she slowly pushed against him, her snarl deepening with every ridge that plopped into her.
Flamewing shrieked, harsher and louder, the throbbing and pulsing of Sableclaw's member stirring her in ways that made her balance waver and her eyes to shutter in hope of withstanding the waves of insurmountable pleasure crashing against her. Provided with the very thing her instinct craved for, heat seized control over her body, forcing her to pull herself up, then allow her hips to crash down upon Sableclaw, desperate to quench the lust burning deep within her.
Her slit widened, sucking in his bulged tip with a wet squelch, her copious arousal drooling down his member and pooling within his own genital slit. He fit her perfectly; large, thick and rough in just the right amounts. The pressure exerted on her sensitive flesh urged her inner walls to grip and secure his member inside her, yet her heat allowed none of it, urging her to hump him at an accelerated pace.
Flamewing growled as she felt herself slipping, tongue sliding out of her maw as she began to huff and pant. A jolt of fiery pleasure spiked through her, causing her tail to curl around the male's hind leg for extra purchase and rake at the cave's floor with the, trembling claws of her hind paws.
Sableclaw's snout wrinkled as well, his head craning to rest against her joint forepaws, his half-protracted teeth gently nibbling on her wrist.
"Iiiiiiiirh," he warbled, his hind paws tensing and kicking against the base of her tail, wings jerking in their sockets.
As a female that had never felt a male's seed burst inside her, Flamewing's heart skipped a beat at the clues that heralded the impending release of Sableclaw's passion. Her scales burned, and her muscles tightened with the thrill of the mating. It felt overwhelming, unlike any licking and prodding she did on her own. She roared her want for more, increasing the motion and strength of her hips, moaning harshly as she rode the member of the male to the highest peak of her pleasure. She felt him twitch within her, and noticed his hindquarters shaking with strain. He was close. So close. Flamewing squeezed him, squeaking at the ripples of bliss his throbs sent through her sensitive insides. She tried to hold onto him, but her control was frail, her will weak, and her flesh hungry for his seed. Her walls released him, clamped down upon him, then released him again in quick succession, stimulating him past the point of no return.
Her mate let out a feeble whimper, his grip tightening around her forelegs, as did his fangs around her wrist. His wings sprawled open to support his trembling limbs as he pushed deeper inside her, until their bellies met. Flamewing roared, feeling his member writhing, convulsing and swelling within her, stretching her tight walls to their limits. Fiery tendrils coiled around her lower belly, pressing tighter and tighter. She held her release back for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, savoring the short moments of pure bliss. She felt Sableclaw throb inside her, his flared tip bulging and expanding with the seed that welled within it. And then, her mate loosed his seed inside her with a drawn-out yowl. The first jet pierced through her layers of muscle to splatter against her inner sanctuary. Never before had something pierced her this deep and this rough. She faltered, enough for her slit to contract and spew forth the pressure she held within her.
Flamewing felt the air leave her chest as she was stimulated beyond her capabilities of understanding. This new pleasure was strange, demanding, consuming. It dwarfed her sight and smell, forcing her to focus on that terrible pressure expanding inside her lower belly. Her jaw tightened so hard it hurt. She couldn't fight it no matter how tight she squeezed. Within a heartbeat, the fire washed across her, slithering out of her like a molten eel.
Flamewing roared, as harsh and loud as her clenched maw allowed. She clawed at the ground, stretched her wings open and flapped them with slow, feeble motions while milking every drop from her shrinking male. His legs bucked and trembled with the toll of release, more than his now spent member.
She pulled out to shuffle and crash a few steps away. Sableclaw followed her with a bleary eye, glazed with the afterglow of his first release. Flamewing hissed at him, surprised at just how little it took for the male to release his seed compared to Tyrantus, yet also deeply satisfied by how thoroughly he filled her.
Everything felt stiff, almost sore, and her lower belly felt numb under the thick layers of seed. She shifted onto the side. Excess fluids cascaded across her belly to slither and dribble onto the cool stone bellow. A growl escaped her. Although warm and soothing, it still felt like grime to her scales. Yet, when she curled her neck to sniff--and perhaps lick it off-- her sore muscles protested, as if her very instinct prevented her from doing that
Flamewing crashed onto her back, breathing hard and fast. It felt...surreal. Everything happened so fast! Her mate's licks, his first thrust, her own release, and the way it grappled and twisted her senses.... It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, as if a deep and primeval part of her that had always hungered for it had finally been sated.
She should have urged Sableclaw to fly away and bathe himself in a stream to clean away the proof of his disobedience to Tyrantus, but she didn't. In fact, she no longer wanted him to leave her den, at least not for the rest of the night. Tyrantus wouldn't search for them, nor send other dragons without first noting their absence during his daily procession.
By the time that happened, they would already be gone from this colony, carried far away by the wings their alpha didn't possess. And until then, she had all the necessary time to decipher that strange sensation which felt dimmer than mating, yet all the more fulfilling for it.
THE END
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